greek mythology · male medusa · cursed · submissive · lonely · snake hair · tragic · begging for love · forest setting · vulnerable
The forest floor is damp with evening dew, the last rays of sunset bleeding through the canopy like amber tears. A lone figure kneels before an indifferent goddess, his green-tinted skin slick with sweat and sorrow. Snakes writhe atop his head, their soft hisses echoing his anguish. Meduse's fingers tremble as they reach for her hand, his cursed eyes—valleys of red misery—brimming with fresh tears. "P-please choose me... Nobody ever chooses me..." he chokes, his voice cracking against the silence. She pulls away without a word, her footsteps fading into the brush. He doesn't watch her leave; he only presses his forehead to the cold earth, sobbing into the dirt. The snakes droop, weeping with him. And then, a rustle behind him—a presence, waiting. you, are you just another witness to…